New Erotica 6

by Various

  Jana crawled from the cage, only pulling herself up on the bars when she was out, to stand giggling and red faced, her body dripping urine, sperm running down her thighs. Azai found herself speechless.

  ‘You had better wash,’ Amaranth commented. ‘The bathroom is at the end of the corridor to the left. You’ll find everything you need, including a dispenser for paper panties. I do apologise for that. I thought he was on standard, but one of my colleagues must have been showing a customer programs.’

  Jana just fled, clutching at her still lowered trousers, bare, dirty bottom wiggling behind her as she went. Amaranth finally removed her arm from around Azai’s shoulders, speaking carefully.

  ‘Your sister, she will accept what happened to her, I trust?’

  ‘Yes, Azai answered, sulkily, but with certainty. ‘I just wish she wouldn’t be so dirty in front of other people.’

  ‘She had little choice.’

  ‘Believe me, she loved it. She reads that magazine Rebus and Sacs do. That little scene could have come right out of it. Still, I think she got a bit of a shock when it was put up her bum.’

  Amaranth gave an understanding nod and began to steer Azai along the passage. They passed several more grills, before coming to an ordinary door, which Amaranth held open.

  ‘Feathers, puddendolls, appenda,’ she explained. ‘Things I imagine will be more within your price range.’

  Azai nodded as she looked around the room. Nearest was a tank of Feathers, creatures she recognised from her mother and sister’s bedroom. Engineered from phasmid stock, each was a long quill like structure supported on six legs, with the insectoid head at one end, and the trailing, Feathery tail at the other.

  ‘We have an offer at present,’ Amaranth remarked. ‘Three for the price of two, two nipple-ticklers and a cunt-tail. Or there’s something your sister might like. The Tri-Tease, those bronze coloured ones. They’re engineered to stand over the anus, with the Feather tickling both holes and your clitty.’

  Azai giggled, partly at Amaranth’s joke, but also thinking of her own shy and illicit experiments with Jana’s Feathers, and how good it felt to come under the exquisite tickling sensations they produced. Each creature was engineered to seek out a particular part of a woman’s body, drawn by distinctive scents and tastes, then to stay put, tickling with the long Feathery tail, until removed.

  ‘They start at twenty,’ Amaranth remarked, ‘and you may test them if you wish.’

  Thinking to detect a note of expectation in the young woman’s voice, Azai found herself blushing. There had been something familiar about the comfort given as they watched Jana buggered, and for all Amaranth’s apparent insouciance, it was hard to believe she had been unaffected. Certainly Azai herself had not.

  ‘Thank you, no,’ she answered. ‘May I see the puddendolls?’

  ‘Certainly.’

  Amaranth moved a little further into the room, to indicate a yet larger tank. In it, several dozen of the bizarre creatures stood to attention. Azai had seen them before, sneeking peeks at both her sister and mother as they masturbated, but never so close. Both Jana and her mother kept their puddendolls carefully locked in their cages, denying Azai the chance to experiment, and making the creatures all the more fascinating. Each was a large, permanently bloated phallus, a cock sprouting up from a thick scrotum that housed the enormous balls and the remainder of the creatures organs, with one or more secondary spurs rising in parallel with the cock. Most were pink, some a fleshy bronze, or even a rich brown shaded with purple. Each stood on four squat legs.

  Some of the puddendolls had clustered around the feed dishes at the back, their absorbent fans spread to take in the nutrients from the solution. More simply squatted on the floor of the tank, straining up to catch the tang of the girls’ pheromones. Occasionally a wave of peristalsis would pass along one or another. One in particular caught her attention, a great brown monster with testicles twice the size of most others.

  ‘That’s the Rude Boy, a new release from Jersey Genetics in the States,’ Amaranth said, noting Azai’s interest. ‘He’s powerful, dual clitty-spur, as you see, with a four-hundred CC capacity and a great refresh rate. Hungry, naturally, but if you want the best …’

  ‘He’s so big!’ Azai mouthed. ‘I’m … I’m not sure if I could.’

  ‘He might be a bit of a shock, first time!’ Amaranth laughed. ‘How about this little fellow, GWC’s Pussyeater, basic, but effective, one-hundred CC, single spur …’

  ‘No,’ Azai interrupted her. ‘It just wouldn’t be the same. Have you got the Rude Boy in white?’

  ‘No, I’m sorry, but there’s the Cuntjammer from Brovary Laboratories near Kiev. They haven’t quiet got the knack of product names yet, but he’s sturdy, single spur, but a full half litre capacity, which is as high as they go. Where is he now?’

  Azai followed Amaranth’s fingers, to a fat pale puddendoll, whose rounded knob rose a good two inches above his companions in the feeding bowl. Amaranth reached it, to gently grasp the big puddendoll and lift it from the feeding dish. The absorbent net lifted from the fluid and sucked up into an opening like a tiny anus, which quickly closed to a point.

  ‘He’s heavy, fully laden,’ she remarked. ‘Be careful.’

  Azai nodded, and gingerly took the puddendoll in her hands. It squirmed in her grip, and, remembering how Jana soothed her own puddendoll during masturbation, she began to stroke the thick shaft. It felt smooth, warm and fleshy, with a delicious firmness. Just touching it sent a shiver the length of her spine, with the thought of how it would feel inside her. There was also anticipation, with a touch of fear, at the realisation that if she chose it, the fat pink head would soon be puncturing her hymen. Turning it to her face, she wondered how it would feel to suck on, with her mouth wide around the bulbous tip, or gaping with it pushed right in, the way the Boss had forced her sister’s mouth.

  It would feel good, she was sure, and the rich, musky smell of the Cuntjammer was making her want to take him in her mouth. She stroked more firmly, but held back, unsure if it would be thought polite. Amaranth was going to speak, when the fat puddendoll jerked in Azai’s hands, expelling a good quarter-litre of spunk full in her face with a single powerful ejaculation. She gasped in shock, only to receive the second spurt full in her open mouth, the third catching her across her breasts and top as she jerked the puddendoll away, the fourth merely oozing out over her hand.

  She stood back, arms spread, mouth wide in surprise and disgust, sperm running slowly from her open mouth, to hang in a curtain from her chin and fall in thick gouts to her breasts. One eye was closed, there were blobs in her hair and down the side of her face, more hanging from her nose and one ear. Without a word, Amaranth passed her a box of tissues and took the now somewhat deflated puddendoll from her hand. Azai began to clear up, only to realise that there was far more in her mouth than the tissues could possibly absorb. Grimacing, she forced herself to swallow the mouthful of thick, slimy, sugar-sweet come, gagging slightly at the texture as it went down her throat.

  ‘There is a spittoon,’ Amaranth remarked, ‘but if you prefer …’

  ‘Too late,’ Azai answered her. ‘Yuck! Do they always do that?’

  ‘The Cuntjammer is perhaps a little over sensitive,’ Amaranth admitted, ‘and he had just been feeding. Some girls rather like it.’

  ‘Good for them.’

  Amaranth waited patiently, holding a waste paper basket up for Azai as she cleaned her face and breasts before speaking again.

  ‘Now with the Rude Boy, that would never have happened. You need to really jerk at them to get them to come unless they’re inside you. All the sensitivity is in the head. Can I tempt you?’

  ‘Well … How much is he?’

  ‘Five hundred, but they are the top of the range. The Cuntjammer is three hundred and fifty.’

  ‘No, thanks. Five hundred? That’s a lot of money …’

  ‘I’ll throw in a Feather to make up for your unexpected fac
e-full.’

  ‘Well, it’s tempting, with the two hundred Jana promised …’

  ‘Try him.’

  ‘Here? What, properly?’

  ‘As you please. I’d be honoured to see your first time, or you can take a private room, with Jana perhaps. It is better with someone to hold you.’

  Azai bit her lip, uncertain, but Amaranth was already holding out the big black puddendoll. The head twisted, straining to find the source of female smell, the twin spurs writhed, making Azai’s clitoris twitch in anticipation. With a wry smile she reached for the creature. Amaranth responded with a nod of understanding and went to take a towel from a rack, which she spread on a comfortable looking leather couch opposite the tanks. Azai felt herself start to colour up again, but the feel of the big puddendoll in her hands was getting to her.

  ‘Would you like to undress?’ Amaranth asked.

  Azai nodded, telling herself that her embarrassment was inappropriate, and that she should try and behave more like her big sister. Her top was already slightly soiled, but it was something Jana had warned her might happen, and she had a spare, also fresh disposable panties. Nevertheless, it was obviously sensible to be naked.

  She was still unsure, yet Amaranth seemed to expect her to do it, and she knew Jana did. So did she, having promised herself before setting out that she would go through with it. Actually surrendering her virginity was not so easy. Handing the now squirming puddendoll back to Amaranth, she began to undress. Quickly, she slipped off shoes and socks, trousers, her top, and finally her panties, to expose the neat puff of pubic hair on her mound, shaved that very morning into a stylish shape.

  Amaranth gave an appreciative nod, watching without embarrassment. Azai returned a shy smile, and sat, coyly, her thighs together. Amaranth passed her the puddendoll. She took him, trembling as she forced herself to spread her knees, exposing her sex as Amaranth sat down beside her. Determined not to make a show of her innocence, she feigned a casual attitude, pressing the Rude Boy between her thighs. Just the feel of it against her sex made her gasp, the fat body squirming on her flesh, with increased vigour as it sensed her.

  ‘May I?’ Amaranth asked. ‘He has several rather fine features, for instance …’

  She took the puddendoll, holding him gently to Azai’s sex. Fighting down her embarrassment, Azai forced herself to keep her legs wide, making her sex fully available to the other woman. Amaranth gave her a reassuring smile, and squeezed the Rude Boy’s balls. Immediately he began to shiver, sending a powerful vibration straight to Azai’s clitoris. She gasped, and her thighs went wider still, this time by instinct.

  ‘That is nice! How do you do that?’

  ‘Just squeeze his balls. Not hard, or you’ll hurt him. Always remember, he’s a living creature. You try.’

  Azai reached down, to curl her hand gently around the Rude Boy’s huge, turgid scrotum. She squeezed, tenderly, and again a delicious trill ran up the fat shaft, straight to her clitoris.

  ‘I want him in me, Amaranth. Where’s Jana?’

  ‘Still in the bathroom, I imagine. She can’t go anywhere else on her own. Did she want to be with you?’

  ‘Yes, if I was going to take anything into me. I think I’m going to.’

  ‘A moment.’

  Amaranth rose, and walked quickly from the room, leaving Azai to tease herself with the puddendoll, squeezing the balls over and over again, to send shock after shock through her clitoris, and bring her ever nearer her climax. By the time the door opened once more she was wondering if she could hold back at all. Amaranth came in, immediately followed by Jana, in nothing but a pair of disposable paper panties.

  ‘Oh my, little sis, do you look beautiful! And what is that!’

  ‘He’s called a Rude Boy,’ Azai answered happily, ‘and I rather think I like him.’

  ‘I’ll bet you do! If you get him, I want to share.’

  Azai just purred and squeezed the puddendoll’s balls one more time. As the vibration ran through her she gasped.

  ‘I think you’ve got a sale here,’ Jana remarked. ‘So, do you want to let him in, or do we wait until we get home?’

  ‘I want to, I’m a little scared,’ Azai answered.

  ‘I’ll hold you,’ Jana promised.

  ‘Both of you,’ Azai said, stretching to push out her sex against the Rude Boy.

  She was going to do it, she was sure. It would just take a little comfort. As her sister cuddled in beside her, she found exactly the comfort she needed.

  ‘A moment,’ Amaranth said. ‘I want this to be special for you.’

  Azai smiled, watching as Amaranth went to the cage of Feathers, to select two elegant green creatures, nipple ticklers. One was placed on each of Azai’s breasts, which she pushed up as their feet settled on her tender flesh, the Feathery tails immediately setting to work on the straining nipples. Jana giggled, and reached out, to tease the curve of one of her sister’s breasts. Azai sighed, once more squeezing the Rude Boy’s scrotum to send a shock of pleasure through her body.

  ‘Two last touches,’ Amaranth said, speaking from beside the third of the tanks on the far wall. ‘A Clittytease from GWC, and a Brovary Labs Poo-Pusher. Like I said, they haven’t really got the hang of the names yet.’

  ‘What does it do?’ Jana gilled.

  ‘It’s a modified puddendoll,’ Amaranth explained. ‘It goes in the anus, and swells as it feeds …’

  ‘I’m not sure …’ Azai began, but Jana had already taken hold of one leg, lifting it to roll her sister up and exposed the tight hole Amaranth needed.

  Azai moaned and surrendered, thinking of how her sister had been so rudely buggered by the Boss, and realising, to her shame, that she shared some of the same dirty needs. Her other leg came up, her eyes shut and she was showing, deliberately flaunting her bottom hole. She felt Amaranth’s finger between her cheeks, actually on her anus, and she squeezed the Rude Boy to try and knock the agonising shame it brought from her head. Even as she sighed in pleasure her bottom hole was being worked open with a well lubricated finger. She squeezed again, her orgasm rising as the taut bulb of the Poo-Pusher pressed to her anus.

  ‘Push out, my sweet,’ Amaranth ordered.

  Azai obeyed, and felt her anus open to the little creature, and close on his neck, leaving her bottom neatly plugged. Immediately it began to squirm in her anus, a sensation at once exquisite and filthy.

  ‘Show yourself, Azai,’ Jana whispered.

  As her sister cuddled her tight, Azai moved the big puddendoll, exposing her sex to Amaranth. Immediately something else touched, sucking on to her clitoris to make her cry out in shocked pleasure. Her thighs went up as Amaranth settled beside her, and it was happening, her muscles tightening, even as she put the head of the Rude Boy to her vagina, to feel her hymen pull taut against the turgid flesh.

  Now was the moment, she had to. As the Clittytease sucked once more she gave a sob, and pushed, hard, to feel the pain, stop, only for her sister to take the puddendoll in hand, guiding it in, gentle but firm. Azai cried out, sharp pain blending with her still rising orgasm, begging her sister to stop, only to scream as Jana pushed again and her hymen tore wide.

  She was coming anyway, clutched tight in the girl’s arms, her nipples straining, her anus stretched on the fat bulb within, the Rude Boy crawling up into her body past her burst hymen, her clitoris burning, her head swimming with ecstasy and emotion. Nor did it stop, her body twitching and shaking in reaction even as the peak of ecstasy faded. The Feathers still tickled at her nipples and breasts. The Rude Boy was still going in, pulling up her, with wave after wave running down his fat body. The Poo-Pusher was still swelling, stretching her anus and bloating out her rectum. The Clittytease still sucked on her clitoris, keeping her speechless and gasping in the girls arms.

  As the full, fat bulk of the Rude Boy came into her she felt his balls press to her flesh. The double spur wrapped to her sex lips and she knew it was going to happen again. Her pleasure was soaring, and
at any second he would spunk in her, for her first time, her hole, her cunt, filled with sperm. It happened, her insides twisting as she was filled with sperm. She screamed again, a second orgasm tearing through her, peak after peak, in time to the pulsing of the puddendoll’s body, over and over, until at last it began to subside and she went limp in her sister’s arms.

  Amaranth had already begun to remove the creatures, gently, returning each to his proper place. Azai simply lay slack on the couch, spread and naked in bliss. The Clittytease followed the Feathers, then the Rude Boy, drawn carefully from Azai’s not open vagina, and last the Poo-Pusher, slipped out to leave her anus agape, with sperm running down into the hole from her vagina.

  ‘Better clean up,’ Jana said softly, ‘tuck the towel up between your legs so you don’t make a mess.’

  Azai nodded, and let her sister lead her from the room. Half-an-hour later, and after a giggling lick at Jana’s sex, they returned to reception.

  ‘I trust you’re satisfied?’ Amaranth asked, smiling sweetly.

  ‘Absolutely,’ Azai answered. ‘I’ll take the Rude Boy, please, and a Feather if the offer is still open.’

  ‘Certainly.’

  ‘How much is the Clittytease, and … and that Poo-Pusher?’

  ‘Fifty for the Clittytease. The Poo-Pusher’s not cheap, I’m afraid. He’s a special addition, at two-hundred.’

  ‘I’ll save. It’ll be something to look forward to.’

  ‘I’m going to save too,’ Jana added, ‘for a Boss, if it takes me ten years!’

  Amaranth laughed, then spoke briefly to one side. Minutes later another young woman appeared, holding two large boxes and two instruction manuals. Azai paid, her hand still shaking as she completed the transaction. Both kissed Amaranth and they left the shop.

  They were still giggling as they walked down the street, with Azai holding her precious packages close to her chest. They passed another person, small, weakly built, lacking all aggression, and with none of the girls’ vibrancy, a typical man. Neither so much as glanced to the side, nor saw the look of pathetic entreaty which followed their carelessly wiggling bottoms as they walked away from him.